Disclaimer: omg, I own Shinu. And… that's about it…

Thank you for clicking this story again. I love my readers and reviewers.

Ok thanks to one of my reviewers (thank you Horong) I had a change of heart and adjust my way with this. I think you will notice the difference in upcoming chapters, I hope I go the right way.

… on with the fic!

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"Why is it so dark? I can't … Aah dammit!" Glass shattered on the floor, a table was pushed back to its original position and curses made. Pushing his black hair away from his face Itachi rubbed his hip again. What annoyance. He felt tired and was furious. His love had been soiled by a ninja who couldn't keep his hands to himself. Itachi had allowed the man his chance, he would be punished when Kakashi could be claimed by him again. Well… there was no need for punishment anymore.

Feeling around he dropped himself on the ground on a cushion. He rested his elbows on the small table he now sat on. Ok he hoped he was sitting on the right spot, in this darkness he could only hear, and only Ryu was shifting around softly. The Uchiha groaned in time with his stomach. Only moments ago had he felt the need to vomit the thousands of butterflies that had danced through his stomach. He wanted to do so every time he left this territory to see Kakashi, to push him a little more into madness.

But his last visit had brought fantastic news. That worthless Green Beast was taken care of. His lifted mood was crushed again when his stomach growled again. He was so hungry.

"Welcome home." A scrape was heard and the smell of food finally came through. As always Ryu had been so good to have some food ready whenever Itachi returned. Rubbing his hand over the table the youngster found his chopsticks, picking them up so he could finally eat. The old male's presence pleased him somewhat, where his mood was pushed into anger where food did not reach his mouth.

"How are your eyes?" He wondered with mild interest. Since Kakashi's last escape, with the jounin's last attack Ryu had been injured the most. Where Itachi and Kisame got away with nothing that couldn't be healed, the old man had lost one eye, and the other was badly damaged.

"Being blind heightens other senses. The Thing will be able to heal my bad eyesight when it returns, but until then my eyesight will get worse, and I will go blind in a matter of days."

And what a wonderful reason to keep the still seeing in darkness. The Uchiha groaned and tried to feed himself some more, his actions in vain as food refused to stick to his chopsticks. A chuckle to Itachi's left gave him a final push, and with a lazy gesture he threw his chopsticks away and fingered his plate for food. It was a better way to cover his hunger.

"How is the Thing doing sir?" Whispered with respect. "The Thing? You gave it a title?" Even through the dark he could feel the old male smile. It was true, whatever it was it deserved respect for its power. It could change and shift to become whatever it wanted to be. Last time it had been appropriate it became a wolf, to earn Kakashi's trust faster.

"It will be home soon. Along with Kakashi."

"You are driving that Copy Ninja insane you know that?"

"Does it matter? I won't need the crown Kisame broke, and it will be easier to control him."

"That crown is more reliable, we won't know how loyal Kakashi will be."

"I will force him to submit."

"What if you do not in time? What if he can control himself enough to kill any of us?"

"That is not up to you to decide Ryu." Itachi lifted a little more food between his fingers. The two of them stayed silent until the young male had finished eating. Years of hard study and a hundred ninja dead for that crown, the perfect way to enslave anyone, and Kisame had managed to break it to smithereens.

"Forgive me sir, it was not my place."

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Still keeping Shinu in a cloud, I like it more that way.

No Kakashi in this chapter, along with complete darkness. This is the second time I wrote in complete dark, and it worked out pretty well if I may say so, if I put it next to my first attempt. You may say otherwise of course feel free, but does anyone know how to truly write a scene in total darkness?